My daughter Faith, who is 9 years old, wrote this
about a vision she had a few months after Joy died. She gave it as a speech in her language arts class. I asked her and she agreed to let me share it with you.a9
(Joy's sister, Charity Bausum)
My Aunt Joy, who was a missionary, died in Malaysia, and I asked God to give me a vision of how she was doing in heaven. I was feeling traumatized since she passed away, and I hoped that seeing her in heaven would help me realize she was okay.
The next day I was feeling tired and sad so I closed my eyes. There she was, standing at the top of a hill made of clouds. The clouds were the color of a sunset, with shades of gold, orange and yellow. Aunt Joy was glancing around as if she wasn’t sure what was happening.Standing next to her on the hill was Jesus. He wore a white robe with a sash across his shoulder. He glowed so brightly that my eyes could hardly gaze upon Him, but just one glimpse of Him calmed my broken heart.
Suddenly, Aunt Joy noticed me standing at the bottom of the hill. Immediately she dashed toward me. As she ran, I noticed how happy she appeared. She was wearing a robe similar to Jesus, but her sash was tied in a bow around her waist. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail just the same as when she was alive. She was smiling more happily than she had ever smiled at me before and it warmed my heart. When she finally reached me, she hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe, but I didn’t even notice it. Aunt Joy and I stood at the bottom of the hill hugging for several seconds, and then my vision of heaven was over.